Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

Shaking out the roll-shaped map, Elena hung it up.

"This is the plot given to us by the government." She took a slender pole and tapped the block marked in red little by little. "It is surrounded by old blocks, and the buildings tend to be in a classical style. Regarding this, everyone Any ideas?"

Little Brut raised his hand silently, and Lydia next to him glanced at him.

"You're unexpectedly positive today, Mr. Brutt?" Lydia snorted, "It's strange that you are so positive."

Little Brut ignored her and didn't move until Elena nodded to him.

Then he stood up tremblingly, "I think...it is very suitable for building a building that is biased towards the surrounding style?"

"You mean to build a school with the same style as the past?" Elena frowned, "The problem is, the concept given there is a fusion of old and new."

If the style is not much different from the past, isn't it an antique building?Now is the era of the renaissance of Gothic architecture, such buildings are everywhere, and it is no wonder that Brutt thinks so.

"My idea is," said little Brut hesitantly, "maybe try to build a building like this with new building materials?"

He rubbed his hands, "Has the new merged with the old soon?"

Elena shook her head.

"This kind of integration means that it should be expressed on the outside of the building," she pointed at the place, "rather than relying on artificial explanations. If all ideas and assumptions must rely on artificial explanations, then this plan It fell to the bottom."

She didn't think such a plan would be approved by the construction committee.

"Is there anyone else?" Elena looked around.

Of course, the main thing is to look at Eric, who seems to be extraordinarily taciturn today.

Eric walked to her side slowly, pointed to the mask on his face, and pointed to the map pinned on the drawing board.

"I have a little basic idea," he said simply, and then he took out a piece of paper.

It showed an interesting building, scribbled but brilliant.

The interior space is deliberately elevated, the columns and arches in the lobby have a clear structure, and the finely arranged vertical lines highlight the simplicity and lightness.

It is not the same as other existing museums, but it is somewhat similar, inheriting the original complex decoration levels, but simplifying them into monotonous and charming lines.

Simplify the complex and have a strong sense of geometry, but still reveal a sense of heaviness.

Little Brut let out a "wow", which caused Lydia to move away a little disgusted.

But he didn't mind, and instead said excitedly, "Yes, that's what I imagined! You're too good at drawing, dude!"

"It's okay," Eric said coldly.

Elena raised her eyebrows.

"It's not that the building you imagined feels like this, but your imagination. Only when you see this will you have a concrete prototype," she said bluntly.

Little Brut smiled sheepishly, "It's about the same... So, Miss Molson, what do you think of this plan?"

It seems that he can't wait to finalize this plan on the spot, but he is a little more anxious than Eric himself.

Elena reached out, and took out a blueprint drawn early from the small bag thrown aside.

"Coincidentally," she said, "I also have a plan."

Elena threw the drawings on the table in the middle, and let a few people look through them, while she picked up Eric's plan and thought about it slowly.

Her architectural concept is not much different from the one above, but it is more rigorous than Eric's, and less casual and wanton.

Lydia looked at this and then at the other, feeling a little undecided.

"I think it's all good," she nudged little Brut next to her with her elbow, and asked in a low voice, "What do you think?"

"I feel the same way." Little Brut scratched his hair, "It's too difficult, and it's too difficult to choose one of the two."

He looked at Elena and Eric who were talking, "The choice is not in our hands, don't worry, let's see their decision."

"It seems that we have come up with a plan," Elena shrugged, put down the blueprint, and looked at Eric who walked beside her. "Now start to refine the plan?"

It just so happened that the data provided by the government and the specific information on the planned plots had already been handed over to them, and there was no problem with the specific implementation...

"No," Eric shook his head, "I think we can go there and have a look first."

He explained succinctly, "There may be some unexpected things."

"What's unexpected?" Elena frowned, "I don't understand. Can you explain it to me?"

Eric snorted coldly.

"You will know when you go, why let me say it again?" He said bluntly.

"Okay, okay," Elena packed up her things, "Go now? Let's go."

She talked to the little Brut next to her, then rolled up the things and stuffed them back into the bag, lifting them a little.a bit heavy.

Elena was about to pick it up when she was picked up by another hand.

Eric picked up the rather heavy travel bag silently, and took two steps towards the door.

Seeing that Elena didn't keep up, he turned his head a little dissatisfied, "Why?"

"Here we come," Elena replied, quickening her pace.

When the few people went out, they happened to meet Earl and Giles sitting on an open-air cafe beside them, drinking coffee and eating desserts.

Singing while eating, you said "desserts are so happy to eat" and I said "today's wind is very noisy", just like this noisy, spread out on the seat as if drunk.

The butler next to him also rarely sat down. He lowered his head as if he was writing something, and looked up from time to time to look helplessly at the two people beside him.

Elena blinked unexpectedly.

"Is that your father, Miss Molson?" Little Brutt squinted his eyes and asked, "I can't see clearly..."

He struggled to discern carefully, but finally gave up on the idea.

"You're mistaken," Elena said without changing her expression, "That's not my father."

I don't deny it now, when my father finds out that he is here, or knows that he is being watched again, he will probably be unhappy again.

"But the one next to him is Mr. Giles?" Lydia asked unexpectedly, and then Elena covered her mouth.

"No, you didn't see anything," Elena said calmly, "They were two strangers."

Her words were so calm that Lydia couldn't help but believe them.

"Is that so?" Lydia let out a little doubtful "Hey", and was pulled into the carriage behind by Elena.

"Let's go," Elena said, and then knocked on the top of the carriage calmly.

The carriage started to move, and the butler raised his head at this moment, and patted the earl beside him vigorously.

The Earl, who was stretched out on the chair, was taken aback, but when he looked up and saw that it was the butler, he relaxed again.

"What's the matter?" the count rubbed his stomach, "I'm still resting."

He hasn't had enough yet.

"My lord, the lady came out just now," said the housekeeper.

The count shuddered.

"Where is the person?" He quickly got up and looked around, "Where is it? Where is it, why can't I see it?"

The butler pulled him down, "It's gone."

"Oh, that's good—" the count breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly thought of a serious question, "Have they seen this way?!"

Damn, it won't be seen!

"I don't know, my lord," the butler replied calmly, "after all, I am dealing with the documents you gave me."

The count scratched his head guiltily.

"It's not... It's not, as a servant, you should share your master's worries," he made an excuse, "If you don't deal with the documents, then don't you lose the opportunity to share my worries?"

"But this is a document that adults should approve," the butler said silently.

"Let's not talk about that for now," the count quickly changed the subject, "It's all your fault, Giles! You shouldn't have suggested inviting me here for coffee! This is too bad, Elena saw it, but what to do?"

"I may not have seen it," Giles said slowly after taking another sip of coffee, "I also ordered some desserts, do you still want to eat?"

Then, while the butler wasn't paying attention, he winked at the earl.

The earl's eyes lit up, and then he coughed a few times pretending.

"Although my family has a big business, we must uphold the simple concept. Since the money has already been paid," he said with airs, "wasting is always bad."

After Elena and the others got out of the carriage, they met another group of people.

They have already set up the measuring instruments and equipment, and they seem to want to recalculate the data given by the government to prove that they are serious about designing.

When the leader saw Elena and the others get out of the car, he came over to say hello.

"It's Miss Molson." He tried to hold Elena's hand a little flatteringly, "I have known you for a long time, but I didn't expect that we would be able to compete in the project this time. It is really an honor for me."

Elena avoided his approaching hand.

"Who are you?" She asked politely, "I'm sorry, I haven't been in London for long, and I don't know many people."

The leader was dissatisfied at that moment, he quickly adjusted and suppressed the turbulent emotions.

"Your humble Judd Gary," he said with a smile, "is the boss of Gary Architects, and he led a team out for inspection this time."

"Elena Molson," Eileenna replied concisely, "I'm temporarily serving as the person in charge of the firm. This time, I will lead the team out to look around the environment."

She briefly introduced the three people around her to this Gary, and then left with them.

"Tch," a young man with a hood covering his face came up behind the leader, "That woman is too rude to you, uncle."

"Yes," the leader said meaningfully, "but she won't be complacent forever."

He looked in the direction where several people left, "Philip, do you know what's there?"

"An abandoned building, what else?" The young man called "Philip" asked a little puzzled, "Could it be that there are some rare treasures?"

"It is said that a murderer has been haunting that direction recently," the leader replied. "It's not peaceful recently, so I called so many people."

He sighed pretendingly, "Two men and two women, God bless them. Well, let's not talk about this, let's go, we should go back."

Philip looked in that direction for a while.

"Is that so?" He asked, calmly rubbing the blood on his sleeve a few times.

The author has something to say: a little bug has been fixed, but it does not affect reading.

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